The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-08-19
THE yEILED pRopuET.
A Dream Experience which tho President
i7',s III Might Have Had. * }ska

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He dreamed that he was In ST. Louis,
and stood on the balcony Of the Southern
Hotel, waiting for the procession. The
streets below surged with enthusiastic
citizens. They all threw up their hats and
Bhouted:-"6rover Cleveland for 1883 p
It sounded far of, asshouts do In dreams,
yet the welcome words were distinctly In.
teligible. & d n si5it
Then the burst ofmusiC announced that
the head oil the procesalon was nearing the
place where tho President stood. The
guest OF the city started back as II In sur.
prise. For It was not the rich blare OF q
brsss band that he heard, but the sharp,
etaccato Of flea and drums playing u aol.
diera' march. n '2,,aTHI
sj The crowd III the street separated right
and left. "Lsft! lettl lett leit!" came
the measured tread OF the marchers, and
the head Of the mighty procession swept
by. i5s,3 Is ~
This was no carnival scsne. The Presi.
dent looked down the long line, but not
hoat or a barge or an allegorical tablcau
or decorated wagon was In eight. No
maskers, no mummers. Nothing but mon
plainly dressed In blue, most Of them OF
middle age or beyond, marching always
III grim earnest to the music OF tho file
and drum. " yt1ll sls :. 4 81,
The guest OF tho city turned indignant.
ly to the Chairman OF The Committee on
Entertainment, who stood lust behind
him. "'What does this mean2 Is al IN.
suit intended" s r6 q, x ,gjgl.
The committeeman shook his head ur.
banely and put his finger to his lips
Then no pointed down the line. It seemed
to be endless. .%tgllaf hi. 'lT7TTjsI
Still they came, platoon after platoon.
"Left! left! left! leitI'-aa steady,
rhythmic tread, punctuated now and then
BY the blinking ,beckle Of q pair Of IRON
shod crutches. I'M ,FfF
Some oil the marchers wore empty coat
sleeves pinned upon the breast. Some OF
them marched with difficulty. None Of
them glanced up at the balcony where the
guest oil the city stood. They moved
straight onward, as II they were march.
ing to n combat. IA gll 81 s}. 5y, !...5fj
The President sighed: II did not know
there were 80 many Of them," he said.
On they came-"lef.l LETT leitI ieftIn-|
thousands, ten o! thousands, hundreds Of
thousands OF Union veterans. And every
few minutes hoarSe cheers went up from
the crowd OF spectators that lined tho way,
The cheers were no longer for the man
on the balcony or for 1888. They were
Tor the bullet.ridden, tattered, ragged, and
blood.stained battle Gags that were borne
by and for the memory Of the battle years
In the eixties. i'sS2 ~
| The minutes seemed hours to the Presi.
don't, and the hours seemed an eternity,
while he stood and reviewed the grim pa.
radera, who paid no heed to his presence.
at last a welcome sound relieved bis ears,
weary oil the monotouous tranping. He
heard the rumbling OF wheejs. "The
Yelled Prophet" somebody shouted.
Here he comes" ~. iS-, IL. a.
AS the massive car approached, drawn
by score Of white horses, the cheering
| below became continuous. The guests OF
the city leaned over the balus.rade, the
better to eco the pageant. The car WAS
handsomely decorated with flowers and
bunting. On the summit Of the construc.
ton stood a single fgure,a man wearing
RS q veil over his lace the flag OF the
United States. z e. 2i II re e. - '.S,3
The car stopped just opposite the hotel
entrance. The Prophs. slowly removed
the veil that had concealed his features
and stood face to face with the President.
He eaid nothing, but stretched his arm
forth and pointed with most significant
gesture to the long line Of veterans ahead,
their backs now turned to Grover Oeve-
land, all marching steadily away from
him into the distance. !. 4 5,ls9, $500
The President recognized the Yelled
Prophet. 1T is George Brinski, my sub.
sti!ute!" he murmured.5 He turned away
and awoke. 1t had been bad dream.